Saturday, October 02, 2010

Wigtown Bay Windfarm Petition


Last Saturday JimW,...


...Phil, Tony, Billy and myself...


paddled from Fleet Bay, a National Scenic Area to Kirkudbright and back. Our route took us along the wild and unspoiled NE shore of Wigtown Bay.


At the end of our paddle we looked out from Carrick shore to Barlocco Isle, the Solway Firth
, the distant Isle of Man, Ardwall Isle in the foreground and low lying Burrow Head. The beauty of this unspoiled view is threatened by a massive "offshore" wind farm development.



The closest of the 90 turbines will only be 4.5km offshore. and will be seen from all round Wigtown Bay as in this view from Kirkandrews Bay taken from this document on the Keep Wigtown Bay Natural site.


As you can see, the proposed wind farm is not offshore at all, it is placed right in the middle of the mouth of the bay.

Apparently the site was not chosen by the Government or any planning agency: "DONG Energy, Denmark, applied for the concession rights for Wigtown Bay via an Open Water approach, where the developer has itself made a screening to find an attractive site to establish an offshore wind turbine farm."

I agree with Dong it is an attractive site but I think it will remain much more attractive without their presence.

Basically I quite like wind farms, I live next to the biggest onshore wind farm in Europe at Whitelee to the SE of Glasgow. It is in a great place, not very scenic, and right next to where the electricity will be used.

Wigtown Bay is quite different. It is "offshore" from a designated National Scenic Area and according to the Scotland on Sunday newspaper at the weekend, tourism is now Scotland's biggest industry and it is very important to the economy of Galloway in SW Scotland.

The construction work will be based out of the port of Workington in England, the electricity will not be used in Galloway and the cable will go directly to the south. Finally, the manufacture will take place in Denmark, so I think there is not going to be much benefit to Galloway.

Not only will it spoil the beauty of the area but it will be a hazard to navigation of fishing boats and yachts operating out of Kirkudbright Harbour. I have sailed and windsurfed in upper Wigtown Bay since 1968. I have always enjoyed the steady S to SW winds. Goodness knows what the wind will be like, downwind from this farm.

I know everyone will have differing views about windfarms but I was happy to sign the petion against the development here.

See what you think. Why not switch your TV and computer off at the wall tonight and join me? You do not need to be a Wigtown Bay resident to sign.


PS added 03/10/2010


Isle of Whithorn harbour nestles on the west side of Wigtown Bay.

Marcus Demuth recently paddled his sea kayak right round Great Britain. He stopped at Isle of Whithorn on the west side of Wigtown Bay where he appreciated the scenery and people as special. When a visitor from the USA picks out Wigtown Bay from the whole UK coastline that tells us that we do indeed have something that is worth preserving and also highlights its importance to the tourism industry in an area that has relatively few employment opportunities. Thanks for your support Marcus.


From the mouth of the harbour, the Isle of Man lies over the Irish sea.


Although the "Isle" was once indeed an island, it is now connected to the mainland by a causeway. The Cairn is a square white tower which served as a navigation beacon for hundreds of years as the narrow mouth to the harbour is not easy to see from the sea.


From the Cairn, you can look over the mouth of Wigtown Bay and the Solway Firth to the hills of the English Lake District. It is a view which is pretty much unchanged since St Ninian brought Christianity to Scotland in AD 397. If this wind farm goes ahead, a forest of 90 turbines covering 52 square kilometers will blot out the horizon.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sea kayaking desktop calendar October 2010


October, raised beach, Jura.

The seakayakphoto.com October desktop calendar (in a variety of screen resolutions) is available for download here.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A pasting, a couple of scones but not a Brownie in sight, at Big Jessie's.


From the Mull of Cara we made our way back to the crescent of sand where we had left the boats. Cumulonimbus clouds towered into the sky forming great hammerheads. Over on the mainland, someone was getting a pasting with torrential rain but it wasn't us!


We set off from Cara back to Tayinloan in a light wind and I soon had the sail up...


...as Phil put in a cracking pace. However, when the breeze increased to force 3,


...the sail gave me a 4 minutes and 30 seconds advantage over the 5.3km crossing. Sadly, our trip to Gigha and Cara (and our summer) was over. Reluctant to end the day, we enjoyed a coffee and freshly baked scones and jam at the truly excellent Big Jessie's Tearoom, which is right next to the ferry terminal. An extensive range of home baking was available but there wasn't a Brownie in sight!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Who's been sitting in my chair?


From Cara House, we made our way slowly up the spine of the Island towards the Mull of Cara. We looked back northwards over the blooming heather of Cara to a magnificent view encompassing, Jura, the Sound of Jura, Gigha, the Sound of Gigha and Kintyre.


To the NW the Paps of Jura dominated the skyline while...


...to the NE the dazzling strip of sand, where we had luncheon the previous day, highlighted the Sound of Gigha.


The final rise to the Mull of Cara took some time...


...and the summit gave a chance for a breather and a photo opportunity.


The rocks fell away steeply from the Mull of Cara and there was nothing but sea between us and the distant Mull of Oa, some 35km away to the SW. In 1756 a huge rockfall slid into the sea from the Mull of Cara. It was accompanied by a tsunami, which swept up the beaches of Cara washing all the coastal houses away. Some say it was a meteorite that struck the cliff.


We looked down on the headland of Maol a' Mhor-rain, off which the tide race forms. All was quiet as the wind was light and it was near slack water. The bay was notorious for catching the bodies of sailors who were lost in these parts.


Just below the high rocks we came to the Brownie's chair. It only has one arm but that is apparently enough for the Brownie. Kintyre stretched away to its distant Mull in the south.

It was time to go, the chair's owner might be back!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Through the Brownie's window, on Cara.


We came across a row of old tractors lined up behind the beach at Cara. Phil tried to get the most recent looking one started...


...but judging by the spider's web in its air intake, it obviously hadn't run for a while.


Giving up on the tractor, we started to walk up the track towards...


...Cara House, which was on the horizon.


As we climbed, we enjoyed a fabulous view over Gigha to the Paps of Jura.


Cara House is a rather grim looking edifice. The MacDonalds of Largie on Kintyre built it for their resident tacksman on the island in about 1733. The house is now a private holiday residence, having been extensively renovated in the early '90s. The Brownie is said to haunt one of the attic rooms.


The island was last farmed in 1932 and the last permanent resident left in the 1940's.


We could not resist a peek through the window. Clearly the Brownie likes a drink though we were much surprised to find he was a lager drinker. We had him down as Newkie Broon man.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Last day of summer on Cara.


We finally made landfall on this beautiful beach at the north end of Cara.


We gazed back at the stunning view over azure waters to verdant Gigha...


...and the distant rocky peaks of the Paps of Jura.

We don't get a great deal of sun in Scotland but when we do....! This last day of a short summer will need to keep us going for some time during the dark days of the coming winter.

Thunder heralds our return to Cara.


After lunch at Sammy's place, it seemed too early to return to Tayinloan. After all we did not want to end up in a traffic jam on Loch Lomond side. So we turned south towards Cara again.

A distant rumble of thunder from the east...


...drew our gaze towards towering clouds...


...but Donald heard nothing.


The isle of Cara grew steadily bigger...


...as we prepared to greet the Brownie once more. What with otters and Brownies, you need to be quite careful landing round these parts. We hoped the thunder had not upset the Brownie...